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[O] *Saxophone Noises*

Jason had been out in the town quite a bit. Sometimes to find blood, other times not. It was a night for the latter - fortunate for any human he might pick up.

Really, he figured he should strike a deal up or something sometime. The murder rate in this city must be ridiculous, and he wasn't helping in any shape or form in lowering it. He was half surprised he hasn't been questioned yet.

He will worry about that later.

He had decided to go to a bar that he hasn't been before: The Last Stand. It looked fairly small, and he has recognised a few faces from the mansion in there. So he decided to venture in it tonight.

It was still fairly quiet. Between he time everyone has finished dinner, but not quiet ready to go out. Though an Italian band were setting up in promise of music tonight, and there was a nice atmosphere about the place.

Walking up to the bar he order he new usual: double vodka and lemonade before settling down and waiting for the band to start. Tonight should be set out for a good, but quiet evening.

Fawzi almost waltzed into the bar, her lips pulled into a wide, bright grin.

She wore very different clothes than her usual dress. She wore loose black cargo pants; tall heels and a top that would make a lot of people blush. Top was a liberal description. It was more like a leather bra with straps attached to the centre of the front and back that graduated in length, resting against her ribs, waist and hips. Straps also rested against her upper arms.

And she walked towards the bar in utter confidence. She had no care that she wasn't as skinny as society deemed acceptable or her breasts weren't as large as fashion magazines thought was sexy.

Her dark skin was mottled with bruises in the process of healing and her pierced lip was split. But that didn't take away from her confident presence.

"Not sober? Tomaso?" That... that really seemed strange. Tomaso wasn't the type to drink, from what she had seen of the man.

Fawzi would like to think that she knew Tomaso fairly well.

"Is he a lightweight?" She'd have to nudge the Lycan and see if he really was a lightweight. She betted on yes.

"I've been here almost seven years now. I've only been coming here for a little over a year myself. My brother's friend Aodh showed us this place. Aodh's nephew plays live every now and again when he's not looking after his tots."

"I just haven't actually spent much time around Vampires. I just, y'know, forget that you're affected by the sun because I dont know Vampires all that well. That probably doesn't make any sense." She gave a little laugh, taking another sip from her almost empty glass.

He fetched a ten euro note out of his purse and let the bartender keep the tip with a wink. His siblings and nieces have just sent him another wad of money. He was pretty set for the next month without needing to stretch the euro.

He took this the opportunity to touch up on his make-up before turning back to Fawzi.

"Want to use anything?"

He offered the make-up bag, filled to the brim and yet barely scratching at his make-up collection.

The woman laughed, lightly slapping Jace on the shoulder when he leaned over, not so subtly.

"I'd rather have him bend over for me," she whispered softly, allowing a soft giggle to sound. She was usually quite a submissive lover, but right now she felt sexy and powerful. She felt like bending a man over.